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On A Cape May Warbler Who Flew Against My Window

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Written by: Eamon Grennan | Biography
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 She's stopped in her southern tracks
Brought haply to this hard knock
When she shoots from the tall spruce
And snaps her neck on the glass.
From the fall grass I gather her And give her to my silent children Who give her a decent burial Under the dogwood in the garden.
They lay their gifs in the grave: Matches, a clothes-peg, a coin; Fire paper for her, sprinkle her With water, fold earth over her.
She is out of her element forever Who was air's high-spirited daughter; What guardian wings can I conjure Over my own young, their migrations? The children retreat indoors.
Shadows flicker in the tall spruce.
Small birds flicker like shadows-- Ghosts come nest in my branches.

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